I almost have no words for this realization. It dawned on me that I have turned into my Uncle Robert, a man I once characterized as "brilliant but semi-nutty." As far as we know, he only goes outdoors when he has to work, and rarely speaks to anyone. What have I become? An intelligent and self-destructive woman who goes to work, goes to dance class, and makes no connection.
Loneliness used to kill me. Now it is "a sad fact," in a way no longer connected to me.
I have become too used to solitude.